Don't ever be heedless of us

 

If your heart hasn't had enough of us

        Please don't ever be heedless of us.

We're snared by the flames of heart,

        making such a slaughtered bird of us.

Vision is shedding tears of blood;

        each day we move a thousand times.

Like a spring cloud you weep bitterly

        and the blood makes the soil muddy for us.

In the end, which of your novice desires

        willy-nilly sicken your heart of us?

Either become one with our suffering

        or detach the strings of love from us.

Don't flee from us, even though there's been

        nothing but pain and disaster for us.

Every pain breaks open the seal

        of talismans keeping the wealth from us.

Attar isn't in this state

        just mad with love; he's is the sanity in us.